Duration: 5:00
Instrumentation: SATB chorus
Text: Carmen Tafolla
Something about the clouds…
the billowing of hope, the abundance of
bursting cotton balls, the promise of
new creations, roiling, each day, each minute
infinity of clouds, traveling always, always here,
plotting to seed the wildflowers, inflate the dreams,
push the centuries, inspire missions, visions, serenity, birth the progeny, the paths, the peace
something about the way gentleness of winter sun,
spring breeze, summer streams, fall leaves still
clinging, still green, sings together with the severity
of ices-knifed northers and sizzling-death summers, two sides of the same face
something about the poufs of fresh freedom against
blue comfort, something about the power of black
movement in the chubasco rage of the now,
peeling back the skin to reveal shivering naked
spirit, raw-er than blood, deeper than breath,
blooming
something about this place, about this place
that pulls me in and billows me along, and sizzles,
carves, blooms, breaths, births infinite possibilities
under this sky.